For When Your Sprint Turns Into a Marathon

Traditionally I’m a push through till it’s done girl. Work hard and long and focused and deal with the fallout once it’s over. Heads down mode, I like to call it.

But what happens when a hard fast push doesn’t move quickly to breakthrough and every time you peek up you notice the finish line still looks the same long distance away? (I’ve never been in labor, but that is what I imagine it is like.)

That is what this kitchen remodel project is starting to look like. Tonight over dinner (probably our 60th meal eating out in a row) I commented, “Is it June? Really? The last thing I remember it was January.”

I’m closing in on 30 days in a row without a day off. My body hurts, from head to toe. But no matter how far away it appears, I have a sneaking suspicion that the end is nearer than it seems.  I’m gritting my teeth and still pushing. And I can’t wait to get my life back.

Before – “1987 called. They want their cabinets back.”


During – “My God, what have we done?”


After – “Soon, babe. Soon.”


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